MORGUE CONTINED (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on February 12, 2009

This Is Such An Evoking Poem
The very image of self acceptance so brutally crippled by inner feelings of what beauty is
Peace, Love & Poetry
Vickie

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on October 17, 2008

A lesson for all. Nicely stated. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on October 13, 2008

Excellent writing...HUgsss

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 13, 2008

A powerful ending, and of course, a powerful quote.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

this is a beautifully written piece-excellent indeed

Reviewed by William Haynes

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

the lure of vanity
excellent writing
bill

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

I once read an article - a true story - about a woman who wanted to look like Barbie doll, and she had spent thousands and thousands of dollars, and underwent numerous surgery to transform herself into looking like Barbie. I just can't imagine the pain she has gone through each time under the knife. I would never put my beauty at the hands of another. Surgeons could make mistakes too.

Also women who went to have breast implants, but the results are disgusting. After the surgery the connecting tissue around the implants shrunk and died and all that's left to see are....well, you can really tell when one has it!!!!!

I can never understand why women would go under the knife and let another person fool around with their faces.

What a sad tragedy for the character in this poem!!! A good message to all!!! (Even the guys are having surgeries now)

Sandie Angel :(

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

What a eulogy! A morgue could contain her body, but I doubt that it could contain her image. Cool write.

Ron

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

Lady A,

This could be written about a neighbor of mine. She grew up picking cotton; she had wrinkles. Oh, she hated them. So, she decided to have a face lift and skin dermabrasion: she wound up with third degree burns on her face and an infection. She had a knee replacement, wasn't quite over the infection, got sepsis (poison in the bloodstream) and DIED. 52 years old. I'm thankful for every wrinkle, grey hair and imperfection I've got!!!!!! Powerfully penned sadness: too bad women will never conform to society's ideal.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

Addicted the the lure of self
Driven beyond vain
Her face a treasure, beyond wealth
And now she's morgue contained

Sad but beautifully written.
God Bless you and her,
Lew

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

I admire and envy the rhythm of this. A beautful as its subject.
-gene.